Baby They Don’t Know About Us
Megan Kirby
My cousin Anabella is almost 16. She’s into musical theatre. She posts pictures of froyo on her Instagram has four times more followers than me. Her favorite member of One Direction is Niall.
The night we part, not knowing when we will see each other next, we go out walking beneath a swollen, but waning, moon.
Excise it. Use a cheese wire . . .
My cousin Anabella is almost 16. She’s into musical theatre. She posts pictures of froyo on her Instagram has four times more followers than me. Her favorite member of One Direction is Niall.
I'm the codebreaker from Lambchop-eating, Advanced, Crazy Spys. Or L.A.Z.Y.
My man shocked me by pulling out dirty magazines with pictures of fat black women called Black Tail. He had had the mags concealed in an oversize manila envelope.
Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there.
The heavy moon’s already almost halved itself, the month’s almost passed. I saw
a cat huddled, early this morning, by a
The Germans call it the downfall. The French call it sleep. The Polish just give you vague directions.
It’s also the story of a horse, which is a word but also a kind of animal.
I wear glasses now, Luis,
you wouldn’t even recognize me.
All I wanted to do was tell some jokes at an open mic and look what I had to go through. I was running for my life.
Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes.
The Noah Cicero who answered Juliet Escoria’s questions, he is already gone and to take it farther he wasn’t even there before he answered the questions. The Noah Cicero that answered the questions was only that Noah Cicero.
Katie keeps a pet duck in her Echo Park garden house. We sit on the edge of her tub and she sings, 'You are so beautiful to me,' the Joe Cocker song.
We sat many a Saturday
on the bank of The Han River,
in Seoul. Drinking makkoli,
looking at Basquiats, talking
about what it means to be Jewish,
when we danced at Susie Q's to
"Changes"
The tone deaf values most families scrambled to anesthetize irked my metabolism.
and yes, I know how everyone beats up on StevenHawking, that he doesn’t do his thinking for himself, he had one good idea and that was that
Coincidentally, I read the third book of My Struggle in the two weeks leading up to my daughter’s third birthday. The coincidence is that my daughter was experimenting with a particularly annoying
With my back to the washer and dryer I started pissing down the wall.
We stood there, not knowing what to do, so he lowered himself to the floor to show me how he slept.
“Don't you get cold?”
“Only when it's windy.”
“You're in Wyoming.”
“I'll show
I’m troubled to notice odd similarities between my nihilism and the right wing.
Babies from the Dry Counties became a fated élite. From the creamiest of breasts to organic kale pudding and Montessori kindergarten.
We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?